‘Café Society,’ and ‘Girl on a Train.’

The ever shrinking Cornetto

As an antidote to ponderings about stolen Cyclamen and the combative state of some of our Body Corporate residents, we went to see both above mentioned movies. Bowral, even though having a small population, has a movie complex housing four cinemas. They show movies not normally shown at other cinemas and include monthly presentations of ‘Art House Movies.’

We were told that even though ‘The Girl on a Train’ wasn’t as good as the book, it was still a very good and watchable movie. It’s main theme is about Domestic Violence, but for me it was more of a thriller. Most murder and mayhem are domestic related. We all live in a world whereby we are separated by a sixth degree. Remember the movie ‘Six Degrees of Separation?’ It showed that any two of us are separated by just six steps. Can you imagine that? I am reflecting on our present PM Malcolm Turnbull. The latest from him banning FOR LIFE those refugees that have arrived by boat trying to reach Australia. They will NEVER ‘for the term of their natural lives, be allowed to enter Australia. Is he separated by six degrees from me? Is he one of us?

Try and get your head around this little gem.
http://www.abc.net.au/news/2016-10-31/dutton-says-refugee-ban-won’t-break-international-obligations/7979242

We thought that the movie ‘The Girl on the Train’ seemed a bit confused dealing with different time spans over which it ran. I also had difficulty with the two women whom I thought looked too much the same. In fact, I thought they were the same, till the latter half when the film started to make more sense. The acting was very good and we both thought it a good movie. The main girl in the movie grappling with alcohol and memory. She finally came through and it all fell into a satisfactory end. ***

‘Café Society’ is a better movie. Woody Allen’s movies of the last few years seemed to be getting a bit luke warm. However, this latest creation is one of the best again. Thoroughly enjoyable. Superb writing. He is a master of words and plots, uses with great skill, wit, pathos, satire, Jewish issues, the use of much reflection… New York City superbly used for much of the background. Hollywood, and its jewellery bedecked glitterati,  Family, gangsters, love-affairs, smoking, jazz music, the saxophone. It is Woody Allen’s work at his best.**** It is very funny.
He is 80!

Senior moments of Australia steeped in political morass.

The eight weeks of electioneering in Australia had finally come to an end. The voting had finished at 6pm on the second of July. The counting had started right on cue at all the scrutineering posts. Helvi and I had settled down on the claret coloured settee. Milo had been fed. The wine decanted and breathing heavily. It was all-ready-set-and-go. The TV was switched on soon followed by the sound bar. It is one of those electrifying evenings that one might still talk about for years to come. Forget about Dr Who or God of Thrones. Election night hasn’t been missed for at least thirty years.

The Government funded advertisement free TV station, the ABC, has always been our favoured channel to watch. As the early figures started to come in we were heartened by a swing towards the left. We are left of the centre but not so left as to drop into the stormwater drain of rioting unions or brick throwing bakers. That might be so because of our age. Our brick throwing days are over. If anything could still be thrown it would be a marsh-mellow. We do believe that the rich get smoked salmon and the poor mainly Salvation Army soup. The gap is increasing and the people getting restless.

As the evening wore on and with the wine taking its effect, the two person party in our household was swinging. All caution to the wind. The power of our multi millionaire Prime Minister was drooping. Seat by seat Labor was winning at the expense of the Liberal & Nationals. At the same time it also became clear that the Duopoly of both major parties was being curtailed. Both parties were losing out on the primary vote which went to a bewildering number of smaller parties. Pauline Hanson’s ‘One Nation Party’ did a Lazarus after almost twenty years in the never never wilderness. She sucked in the anti-immigration, anti Muslim, and anti halal certification vote. She made sure that at the election barbeques around her area, all her admiring xenophobes were provided with non-halal sausages. Her prime attraction for voters was to pass a law that would insist on CCTV cameras be installed in all mosques.

At the end of the evening ( and it was now 1.30am) the experts on elections announced the most likely scenario would be another ‘hung government.’ This election was supposed to be to strengthen the Government of the LNP PM’s Malcolm Turnbull grip on the future of Australia. It might take days if not weeks to get a final result. It is likely, another election will be held before Christmas. The reflections by Mr and Mrs Oosterman are, that our PM just did not follow up on the image that we had of an innovative progressive leader. He did not pass legislation on the SSM that the nation overwhelmingly wanted, and instead went for a $150 million plebiscite at the end of this year. The other promise of lowering taxation for businesses at the expense of health and education was also seen as a hand out to the ‘big-end’ of town.

Australia is now faced with uncertainty, yet life goes on. We had a terrific evening. The sun came up, darkness lifted. At least, the LNP are now in a downward spiral. Exciting times ahead. I do hope that the prospects for the refugees on Nauru and Manus Islands will get resolved soon.